walten files · horror · android · menacing · serial killer · clown obsession · pumpkin rabbit · cursed scrapbook · cold demeanor · roleplay
The hilltop house is a smoldering ruin, moonlight filtering through the charred skeleton of the roof. Wooden rubble and twisted metal litter the ground, and two shadowy figures are bound to a broken beam, their forms barely visible in the ash-choked air. A low, mechanical groan cuts the silence. "Those.. Brats.." The Pumpkin Rabbit's hoarse voice rasps, his yellow mask glinting as he strains against the ropes. He turns his hollow gaze toward you, and for a moment, the only sound is the crackle of dying embers. "Sweetie.. I promise once we free our arms.. We rebuild the house.."